Thank you, Virgin of the Solitude, for protecting me at night while I’m working near the bar as a prostitute.
Silvia
Oaxaca, 1960
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Thank you, Virgin of the Solitude, for protecting me at night while I’m working near the bar as a prostitute.
Silvia
Oaxaca, 1960
Retablo by Rogelio Peña
Unfortunately, my husband Nicanor was a real drunkard. I had enough going after him in a bar and taking him home. I asked the Virgin of Zapopan for help. She worked a miracle. She appeared to my Nicanor in dazzling effulgence while he was sitting at the bar and told him: “Don’t ever drink, my son! Because you make others suffer.” My husband was mesmerized by the Virgin’s beauty and her intervention. He stopped drinking and became a more responsible person and a better worker.
Sign at the entrance: “Women and men in uniform not allowed.”
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
After few beers in the bar, on my way back home, I went to thickets to take a leak. Then an UFO landed right next to me. I was scared of being disintegrated by the UFO’s crew or something worse, but thank God they came in peace.
Retablo by Gino Rubert
November 1, I went to the bar to drown my pain. There I found myself in the middle of a party of the dead men. They were celebrating being dead. I was terrified when they invite me to drink with them. I entrusted myself to the Holy Virgin of Guadalupe, and she helped me to escape. I promised to not drink alcohol anymore.
Retablo by Miguel Hernández
Inocencio Fernandez, being well drunk after consuming a lot of mezcal in the bar, began to see many skeletons around him. One of them asked Inocencio “Why you are alone?” It was the Death in person who tried to take him. He thanks the Lord of the Wonders for he could escape, running out of the bar, safe and sound before he died on that November 2. He promised to amend his ways.
Huamantla, Tlaxcala
Retablo by Flor Palomares
I thank Saint Pancras for protection me every November 2, because that night my bar is filled with the souls of the dead of the town. They come very cheerful to celebrate their Feast with music and mezcal.
Filomeno Arriaga
Oaxaca, Mexico
Retablo by Flor Palomares
My husband Jasinto spent all days drinking in the pub with his friends. I always had to go after him so he wouldn’t end up lying on the street and so would nothing bad happen with him. I ask the Lord of the Wonders to help my husband to quit drinking. Thanks to his divine intervention, my husband now is a good-working man and doesn’t drink.
Pascuala Moreno
Zacatlan, Puebla
Retablo by Flor Palomares
I give infinite thanks to the Holy Child of Plateros for healing me after damned pain in my stomach. When I started to drink Coca-Cola and Pepsi-Cola the gas and the cocaine contained in these soft drinks caused a pain in my stomach. I felt myself more and more terrible and I asked the Holy Child of Plateros to heal me. Now I’m healthy again. I work in the bar in Salinas and drink only tequila.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
My husband was spending time drinking at the bar and didn’t work. One day he saw his buddy Samuel Rios’s skeleton who had died of drink. The skeleton offered him to drink to the best. My husband was so scared with this hallucination that he stopped drinking. I thank the Virgin of San Juan for it happened.
Retablo by Maya Prieto Salazar
One night I was coming back home from a bar. I decided to take a short cut through the mountain. There I saw the devil goat. I made the sign of the cross and ran away, although I was pretty drunk. I thank the Virgin of the Rosary because I managed to arrive to my house, the monster didn’t slobber all over me and I only got some gray hair with fright.
Retablo by Maya Prieto Salazar
The night of February 27, 1963, Casimiro Mendoza and his buddy Austerberto went to have few drinks in the tavern of don Venanzio. On their way back to the ranch they ran into the Death riding on horseback. With great fear, they implored the Virgin of San Juan, and she protected them. The Death passed by without approaching to them.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
My old man Pancrasio used to drink in the bar with his friends. I was very desperate because he couldn’t stop and I had to pick him up and drag home so he wouldn’t drink anymore. I asked the Lord of the Wonders to help him to quit this bad habit. And with his help my old man amended his ways and started to work better.
Felipa Castrejon
Cuetzalan, Puebla, 1937
Retablo by Flor Palomares
Saint Sebastian, I dedicate you this retablo. After I saw Mario in the bar with another man, I met Felipe. He helped me to forget about the treason of that swine. Now, when we had a relationship, I ask you to take care of us, so that nothing would separate us.
Santiago
Condeza, Mexico City
February 14, 2000
Retablo by Luis Vilchis